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Post by Destiny on May 18, 2008 9:06:33 GMT -5
The figure lay in an exhausted heap upon the grass. Breeze, Michio and Fyren had been left at camp, under the watchful eye of Vetra Vaticana, a young but responsible neophyte. Optics gazed up at the beautiful starry sky. Something she had not seen for to long, far to long. Not like this anyway. Her emerald blue optics glimmered with joy, there was worry there too but for now she'd let the peaceful joy over take her. No pups to worry about, no camp to keep an eye on, nothing to stop her from a nice peaceful rest. Or so it would seem.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on May 18, 2008 22:38:17 GMT -5
(yep, lol.... "or so it would seem"  ) A sleek wolf bounded carelessly along the border of the Sheerans and the Destinians, scenting the air mindlessly. His stomach growled, and he sighed to himself. Where's Tahoe? He usually helps me hunt...Shaking away the sadness he felt after his brother disappeared, Milo shook his orange and white fur -which were odd colors for a wolven pelt- and sniffed again. ...wait... is that...?He paused, realizing that he had been careless enough to stumble onto the Destinian side of the border. Oops...He slowly backed away, fur bristling. You fool- always thinking on your stomach! |
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Post by Destiny on May 21, 2008 13:42:47 GMT -5
Nares momentarily flared, in a barely noticeable way, to scent the area.
What's that scent...
Sheeran?
That shouldn't come this far...
An intruder!
Swiftly, forgetting her exhaustion and everything else, the fae went into action. Svel was swift and agile. Stealthy. An ideal spy, if her pack ever needed one.
The fae silently rolled over in the grass, she'd been lying on her back in a rather vulnerable position. Tassel was held low to the ground and she stealthily weaved her way through the blades which would have barely touched her chest had she been standing anything close to her full height. The fae was crouched so low to the earth that every so often her muzzle brushed it. In the impossible darkness sight wasn't much use, the blades blocked out any light offered by the moon or beautiful shimmering stars.
Svel, now registering the scent as one of a brute Sheeran, would attempt to make a half circle around him. Figure ceasing behind, blocking off his exit, and she would spring to her full height. A challenging snarl erupting from her maw, pearly fangs glimmering and claws ready in case there was to be a fight. Auds swiveling in case he had back up.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on May 25, 2008 14:20:31 GMT -5
Panic flared in his mind's eye as Milo froze, stiff and still as he registered the threatening growls coming from the underbrush. Paws slipping as he took a few steps back, Milo swallowed heavily.
You idiot! Daydreaming- and look what you got yourself into!?
Milo turned, preparing to flee.
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Post by Destiny on May 25, 2008 14:40:25 GMT -5
The fae's pelt bristled, it was painted a silvery sterling and looked white washed in the moon's glow. It rippled like water or rain over her muscles as she moved. A threatening snarl erupting from her maw as the brute turned, to flee, and faced her. Svel wasn't an extremally large wolf, but she was muscular and strong and a true speed demon, the fastest wolf in the forest. At least, the fastest in these parts. "Who the Hellfire do you think you are? Your trespassing on Destinian territory!"
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jun 2, 2008 20:36:01 GMT -5
"Uh-uh-uh...."
Milo skidded to a halt, stuttering under the gaze of the other wolf.
"I, uh... er..."
Where's Tahoe when I need him!?
"...I surrender?"
Way to go genius...
The white, flame-tipped wolf stumbled back, ears flat against his head. He knew that he was no fighter, and attacking this wolf would not bode well for his pack.
"You've got to forgive me- my mind is a tad off right now..."
Like she'll believe you!
QUIT ARGUING!
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Post by Destiny on Jun 8, 2008 10:59:42 GMT -5
Auds pinned to skull as her eyes glimmered furiosuly. "Oh, so is that your excuse? Pathetic. How do I know your not a spy, or a hire-fang? How do I know you haven't been sent here to take down Aliya or Toss or Fireflight?" Tassel lashed, whipping against the grass and causing a whistleing sound. Paws guided her forward a few paces. "Why should I....." Her voice trailed off as she caught a better whiff of his scent. Studying she was, perhaps...
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- New Moon, Shadow Walker
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
